Ok. That's not really very nice of me, but still. Come on people.
I had the occasion to be at Wal-Mart at 9.30 tonight. Can I just give a word of advice? Do not ever go to Wal-Mart past the sane hour 8.00 pm. The freakies come out like it's the big carnival parade or something. It wasn't even that late in the evening, but there are some Strange people around at that time of night.
You have your women who look like they've just stepped off the cover of Cosmo. Then you have your teenage girls + guys who have nothing better to do than saunter along looking at everything and nothing in particular. Then you have your typical housewife (moi) in jeans and a t-shirt. Then, you have your inevitable woman or three who apparently don't realize they are not at home anymore, and have forgotten to get dressed. I saw a woman tonight in her bathrobe at Wal-Mart. I kid you not. This woman had her hair in what I call the 'bedtime pony tail', you know, the up on top your head in a neon pink scrunchy kind, and then her lovely terry-cloth bathrobe, hanging open to reveal jammies. Thankfully, they were jammie pants and a jammie t-shirt, and she had flip flops on. Oh. My. Word. Um. Did no one tell you you were in the store? You've gotten off your couch, and have driven to the store. Did you forget to take your meds today? Yeah. Mmm-hmmmm.
Why is it that the one aisle you want to be in has 10 people standing in it? I wanted to check out the scrapbooking/stamping stuff. There were 6 teenagers standing in that particular aisle. Looking, again, at everything and nothing. Seriously. What do 3 guys and 3 girls under the age of 16 need in that aisl anyway? Shouldn't they have been in the hair product aisle?
Ankyway... moving on.
Here's another pet peeve of mine. Why do people have their children, YOUNG children, with them in Wal-Mart late at night? Those poor babies should be at home and in bed with their stuffed animals and having sweet dreams, not screaming and crying because they're so tired in a store 2 hours past their bedtime. I always feel so sorry for those poor babies.
Alright... I'm off my vent.
For now.
Queen of the Knee Highs
- Trisha
- Called the Kingdom of Knee Highs because at one time, all three of my children were at knee cap level or below. They're older and taller now, but not by much. I still refer to them as my knee highs. Which would make me the Queen of the Knee Highs, but I have to give homage to my husband and name it the kingdom, because without him, there really would be no Kingdom, eh? Enjoy the ramblings of this overworked, over stressed mom of three. No guarantees on frequency of posts, but you'll enjoy them when I do get around to it! Blessings!
1 comment:
I am with ya sister .. Wal-Mart after hours needs to come with a warning label. I hate when people put clothes on themselves, but neglect to put anything but a diaper on their kid. What are they thinking ... "I need a coat, but my 10 month--old can wear a diaper and this three-sizes too small tee shirt."
I think cerfew was invented to let normal people know that they are leeting the crazies out ... kinda like when they let the animals out into the grassy area at the zoo!
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